A World Like Home

A new roof, a new place, I stood in a corner with a heart filled with memories of my home and a bag on my back which included almost everything that I would need to recreate them. Little did I know how these four walls, a bed and a table which meant almost nothing to me then, would perfectly know how to  turn this into the harbour of an everlasting journey to my dreams. 

Yes I was miles away from home, I was told that this little room that I stay in has to be equated with my home, seemed difficult, nearly impossible as it was not the distance from my hostel to my home, or from this new city to my home town which bothered me, it was the journey that goes down the memory lane.

 New challenges, some easy , some difficult and some, just out of my abilities to conquer. The first thought that came to my mind was, how will I be able to live this way for four years when I haven’t ever experienced it before. But one sec, how is it worth if I quit and run away, it sounds like sailing on the shores, its pretty safe but somewhere down I knew that tides rise us up, storms drive us through and  the only way not to sink is to keep swimming, no matter how bad the stream may look , it never rains forever. 

•  What if the food is not good, no problem I got other options, yelling at the mess owner doesn’t spice it up, instead burns our composure, think of it..is it that important..? 
• My shirt is not ironed, no problem this is not the only piece of cloth I have with me. We got a lot of choices in fabric, but not much in emotions, lets simmer the blues with a smile. 
• My room has become the locus of filth, never tidy no matter how many times I clean it, the other roommates love the mess. Its okay, if a little effort goes unnoticed, its the choices that impress, it changes habits and sometimes even the people. Let them be that way, clashes and combats never unravel the dispute. Is defeating soemone in the word war so decisive that you have to loose your accord for it..? I think you know the answer.

And there dawned the new sun of my life, the rays paving my way through the woods, I knew just what to do- “don’t give up”. 

Hostel life brought many difficulties , but with possibilities. I knew the ride is not going to be easy, I also knew the road may get bumpy at times, all that I needed was passion to keep riding, the little bag I brought along had enough impulse to get me through. A backpack of the daily strengths, those little battles won, struggles and the guide to conquer..are just some of my fortitudes that came along.

Hostel life can be the best time of your life if you know the right syllables to the narration. The messy room, un ironed shirts, those tasteless tiffins and many more..all these seem like a mountain to climb up but just as the time passes by, these very bricks build up “A WORLD LIKE HOME.“

So this  is your time, the time to make these years an enrichment that you will cherish all your life. Don’t be afraid to fall, don’t look back if you  cannot see anything ahead, stay calm, stay focused, don’t think to go back where you  came from, because if you do, you will never reach where this could take you. You have come prepared to make it count, just believe this is worth more than never trying, afterall, the storms settle with the rains and, those drops- with new rays.

A Retake

How about if our life turns out to be a movie ? Just imagine waking up in the morning and starting your day with roll, sound, action !! Yeah the very thought made me smile just like you. Well if we look closely we already are in the middle of the shoot, title of the movie is not necessary, the plot is. We have build the plot by our emotions, a world so mystical where the lights never go off. Everything is perfect, the lights, the camera, the sound and the much needed drama.. Except for the mistakes that come along the way, ever thought of a retake ? Why not ? What will they say ? What if i fail again ? I say what if this retake rolls your best shot on the screen. What if this scene steals the show for you. It didn’t happen the right way, go for it again. You have to be assertive of making it happen, so what if not in the first frame. Don’t stop, the camera is still rolling and it will until the best in you is on the stage. All of us make mistakes , it is only about knowing and not being ashamed of it..it wasn’t your best, its still there. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and action!! The curtains ascent the applaud you are worthy of, now is the time to grace the screen again. That shot got cut from the roll, not because you didn’t do well but because you can do better. Commit mistakes as it improves you, it wasn’t the final screening. Trust  your calibre, the next take is about another version of you. Imagine the dark room with all people seated down, the screen is flashed with the first shot and it persuades your appraise in each every heart beating aloud, the hall is thundered by the claps. That, my dear was your best shot. It did not come in the first take, it took tries and attempts but they were all yours, even the retakes. This is exactly how life is, you make mistakes , you fall down, you don’t give up , you keep moving and have your dreams accomplished. Its never too late to or just enough, if the lights are still glowing, if the speaker is still aloud and till the reel is still rolling, this shot is worth a retake.   

A WALK TO REMEMBER

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So it all started that fine morning, the chilly winds, the silky dawns

The only sound i could hear was the choir of my own breath.

I knew it was going to be memorable
Took my first step, wasn’t too difficult,

What was difficult was leaving behind the habit of those pre-destined roads.
They entered my life, played their part and left, without realising that this road kept a trace of every step.
 Of all the relations made and broken,

1. Left behind them reasons to smile, moments to cry, memories to cherish and most importantly lessons taught, thought and lived off.

This journey isn’t really of pros and cons of life,

It rather is a trail of roses and thorns.
Of all those times, good or bad

Of all those experiences, better or worse

Of all those belongings, curses or blessings

Of all reasons, tears or smiles

Of all those memories, cherished or regretted

 Of all those lessons, treasured or never really needed

Of all those souls, loved or hated
This journey really taught me to walk on the paths unknown for the destinies unpredicted.

With every mile, i kept  that smile

Because i was quite sure  this walk is going to be worth a while.
For all those puppets who made my show worth watching, this journey wouldn’t have been possible without your petals in my rose.
The sun had set, the light of my life wasn’t actually diminishing but was rooting deeper to lighten up my life even brighter tomorrow.

 

But i could still see some shine tearing apart the darkness of loneliness..ohh yes how could i forget those statures of purity in my life, those stars still existed, twinkling every time i searched  for love.
And now when i have reached the end of the road, it feels like i have been walking this trail all my life knowing not that some ends are never to be reached, some destinies are never too far from the beginnings.

 

But i wish i could explore another mile just to figure out what made my walk….
A walk to remember….

ANOTHER MILE

Exactly 10 years from now I  met a girl We didn’t meet by  will but by fate. A coincidence inscribed by destiny in the pearls of our life But that was just a meeting, what  made It so special and unforgettable still remains a secret. We became friends , and the best ones. The sparks flamed…our bond nurtured. 

We started walking the trails together We became a reason for each others smiles. 

A reign had rose 

A reion of your magic 

A reign of our friendship 

A reign of our memories

A reign loving life more than just living it.. 

The rhythms of our friendship were way beyond the bonds echoed. The melodies of your voice had created the chorus of my heartbeat. The bud soon grew into a very beautiful flower..To remain blossomed till and beyond ‘ mediveals of time and tide.
I couldn’t find an appropriate name for this relation…as no rains could instill the ranibow of ur presence… 

So now when I look back…the path has kept all the traces of this walk..you gave it a reason to be so special and close to my heart.The essence of your charm manifests the serenity our relation.

Thousands of miles crossed…numerous tears..countless smiles.With every moment of silences and distances With every autumn of our lives..Our relation has proved to the tryst of woods that some winds ” don’t need a wave for their survival..”

I know this journey will have to end one day.. 

So before the lights turn off.. lets make the most of this sensation. All our lives we have brought about  incarnations of friendships and love..much beyond what destiny could have defined our relation. 

So when the road will end..i will hold ur hand, look into your eyes and whisper, just “ANOTHER MILE ..”

SCHOOL LIFE

The period bell rang, the clock ticked 2pm, i packed my bag and started walking home, and ended another tiring day. Tomorrow again the same assembly rush and the boring seven hours of school

Well thats exactly what each one of us used to feel in our school days. When will i grow up, when will i have the freedom to miss the classes and not being questioned about, when will i get rid of this sick piece of cloth called as uniform, when will this bag get off my shoulders, when `will i grow up, when will this school life end.
Often we do not realise how much we appreciate something until it is taken away by time and tide. I wish i had never asked for my school life to end.
And shouldn’t had ended the tales of —

those half-empty lunchboxes and those artistic notebooks, of those excuses that the homework is complete but don’t how i forget my notebook at home every time i completed the homework with all the dedication, of those stomach aches which proved out very healthy for a holiday excuse, of those period bells which made me run for home faster than the speed of light, of those games periods whose celebration were just undefinable, of those sitting on the last bench for months in a daily rotation scheme (exceptional talents, not to be mentioned!!), of those uniforms which could be recognized only till the lunchbreaks and games periods after which it potrayed every sign of patriotism!, of those friendships having the spice of daily fights but marinated deliciously to last for a life time, of those teachers, mimicking whom could easily win us an Oscar, of that gate which i wish to enter just once more and this time never to return back..
The distance from the K-G building to the main building was merely a 14 seconds walk but it took me 14 glorious years to come across-

-the buildings of unshaken virtues,

-the corridors of countless smiles and tears,

-the classrooms of priceless memories,

-the boards and chalks of life’s lessons 

-the benches with scribbles of pens and of life long bonds..

It was a tale of those chapters still nourishing me, of those blessings lightening my every path through darkness, of those memories lived, cherished and treasured beyond the extent of forever. The little sparkle that i have in my eyes right now is the reflection of the most perennial moments of my school life, a life which counted not the years but the smiles of my age..